All Chapters of Into the darkness: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Giovanni POV: We had been driving ourselves crazy. I had been stretching every resource I had, calling in every favor. I was trying to keep people safe and protect us but none of it felt like enough. I was working hard to keep on top of him while he was in custody. Somehow our small victory had turned into a triumph, we had to keep the momentum. Watching her pace back and forth crouching in on herself as she stared at him, doing what she could but only going so far. I knew I had to get her out of there, it might be for the best too. Instead of sitting ducks, we were on the move, taking any threat out of the city. My men were protecting the house still and watching over any targets we thought Domenico might go after. If people had any brains they would get out of the city until this blew over, but most of them couldn’t. Kept barely surviving under the heel of a mad man most of them were still struggling to get by. I was taking her back to the coast, perhaps taking my mind off the wo

Arianna POV: They had shuffled me over to a car and into the back seat roughly shoving me in the door as I vainly attempted to wriggle free. They laughed as I tried to turn my wrists in their hands and hauled me into the car. I thought to my phone tossed into my purse as I had moronically been dreaming about Giovanni. I looked around the car trying to figure out a way to freedom. They got in and one pointed a gun at me. “You try anything and you’re gonna regret it,” I slumped back in my seat frustrated, not just at my situation but mainly at myself. I hadn’t paid attention at all, I had disregarded the situation we were in and put my head in the clouds. If I had been focusing I would have noticed Luca wasn’t there, and instead of feeling lonely, I would have been on alert. Now here I was in the back of a gross car with two old pigs snorting about the pride they took in taking a young girl hostage. I looked at the gun sitting on the console, and how easy it would be to grab it. The

Giovanni POV: Pulling up to the house, I hurried her inside more men than I could count now lined our walls, Luca pulled up and hurried in after us. I had never once felt the need to question my men, but now I looked over their faces and wondered if any of them sought to hurt her. I guided her past every one of them, and she held onto me tightly, she always could feel safe with me, the thing I took all my pride in. Now, she was unsure of who else was going to hand her over. I would have to see to it that loyalty was an absolute, if I couldn’t rely on them, this was all going to fall apart. She turned her face into my chest as we passed through the foyer, a large group of them discussing defense. At the very least, she didn’t have any doubt in me, I’m sure now that it would break me if she did. I nodded to Luca as I got her up to the bedroom, and he turned, heading back downstairs, no doubt already starting to find out if there were any other rats on the ship. If there was one man i

Arianna POV: They didn’t want to waste any time, so after breakfast, we all got ready to head out. I couldn’t explain the reason why, but I was so nervous to return home. I hadn’t been back there since I had fled that day with Luca, running into the sanctuary of Giovanni’s house. Now, With Gio’s hand in mine, I was coming back after learning the truth about her death, starting to challenge my father's rule, and almost being kidnapped. It seemed impossible to drive back there, to the small town where nothing strange had ever occurred, where I had grown up. I felt my heart clench as we pulled down the perfectly average streets in our SUVs like police at a crime scene. It was just as I had left it on the outside, her bushes dusted with frost, the windmill by the front door. I could almost pretend for a moment we were heading inside to see her. A hard lump sat in my throat, and I turned away from it for a second, unable to bear the sight of it in my new world. I wanted it to stay as pe

Giovanni POV: She had the file her mother kept on her phone, she had taken photos of everything to keep it safe. There was only one lead for us, the name of the agency. The Hellmans Private investigators had closed ten years ago with no website and no cell phone. I had to go into an old Yellow Pages to find the address. It was quite shocking to see a business so under wraps. No wonder it went out of business. We went to the address and asked the new tenant if they knew anything. Luca found it quite amusing when the man became as skittish as a cat. He said his pleasant face fell flat instantly, and he was quite irritable and asked him to leave if he had no interest in blinds. Luca got the same reaction across the street at the bar: polite welcome in, cordial small talk, then the moment the PI was brought up, a cold change and a rough refusal. Whatever was going on, the PI didn’t want to be found, and people around them were working hard to help keep it that way. We weren’t giving u